Текст песни Александр Дулов - Ветер

Poems by Leonid Martynov

As if for someone's soul
Clouds from afar
From the sea to land
From the west, from the east.
    Over the waves at times
    Wind arises,
    But in waves, not by us.
    Rudely pushed around.

He threatens: - I will exalt,
And then humiliate! -
I can hear it perfectly
And I can see perfectly.
    Elevation, humiliation,
    Wind whistling ominous ...
    I look without irritation
    On such things.

After all, it was worse
And then in the end
There were only puddles
On the high road.
    But what is this for
    Hotter kerosene
    Flamed in the wet pad
    Old aspen?

I did not give her a reason.
In vain rustled.
I didn't sell it to anyone
No soul, no body.
    Leaves fiery whirling,
    Wind whistling ominous -
    I look without irritation
    On such things.